Chapter 6 - Maddy #2
“Yeah, well. Maybe I like being the bossy one for a change.” It’s supposed to be a joke, but it comes out like a confession. My cheeks heat. “And maybe I like having an excuse to touch you, your lordship.”
West’s grin fades and he tips up my chin, waiting patiently until I finally meet his eye. His expression is so soft, it makes my pulse skitter. “You don’t need an excuse for that, Maddy.”
Woof.
All the air rushes out of my lungs, and I stand there between my boss’s sturdy thighs, gaze locked on his, my mouth dry. An insistent ache throbs between my legs, and yet I’m frozen like a badger in headlights.
What do I do?
I’ve talked such a big game, but now my handsome older boss is letting me touch him. So what the hell do I do?
“It’s, um.” My tongue darts out, wetting my lips, and I take a deep breath before setting my palms on West’s shoulders.
He’s so warm and sturdy and alive beneath the fabric of his clothing.
“The thing is, I want to do the whole wild, sexy affair thing. Pulling each other into closets; despoiling all the furniture late at night. For sure. But I’ve never done anything like this before, so I’m not sure how to… how to start.”
Has my face ever burned brighter? Has my skin ever flushed hotter? Have I ever wanted to melt into a steaming puddle so badly? I don’t think so.
The deepest part of me braces, muscles clenching, ready for West to scoff and call this whole thing off. After all, why would an older guy who’s seen so much of the world want to waste his time with a fumbling late bloomer like me?
But West nods slowly, his expression as smooth as ever, even as a storm rages in his gray eyes.
“Never?” he rasps. You know, he doesn’t seem put off. If anything, he seems thrilled, in a possessive, manly kinda way, and a little guilty for feeling that way. Not guilty enough to keep from gripping my hips and squeezing them gently, though.
I shake my head. “Never.”
After all, I’ve always been picky. Over the years, I never found the guys my age worth pining over, and never wanted something physical without all the right feelings attached.
Besides, it’s hard to build up a proper crush when you’re constantly moving on to the next place, both eyes firmly fixed on the horizon.
Then I hit twenty five, and it got kinda embarrassing too.
Whoever I eventually got busy with, they’d have to be someone I could trust not to laugh or judge.
All those guys make so much noise about wanting a virgin, wanting to be a woman’s first, but you just know they’d scoff about you being clumsy. No, thank you.
But West isn’t like that. Even if his lizard brain is clearly loving the idea of having me all to himself, he’s not being gross about it.
It’s not like I’m a summit he gets to climb first and plant his personal flag; it’s like this is an incredible gift I’m offering him.
His pupils are dilated, swallowing up his irises until his eyes look almost pure black, but his hands are gentle where they stroke my waist. Reverent.
“Then we’ll go slowly,” he says, pure and simple.
“But not too slow.” I step forward until our bodies brush, and my breath catches at that whisper of sensation. His heat. His strength. My legs quiver. “Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass either, your lordship. You’ll give me lady blue balls.”
A soft chuckle. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Then my boss reaches up, cups my cheek, and draws me down for a long, drugging kiss. He inhales deeply as he kisses me, breathing in my scent, and his thumb traces over my cheekbone.
Then West breaks away, and the smirk he gives me makes my heart stutter. He spins around, so agile despite his long limbs and bad leg, and lays back on the bench with his head right at the end of the wooden slats. A big hand pats his chest, where his shirt meets the V of his waistcoat.
“Come here, Maddy.”
Uh. What?
Confused as all hell, I turn around and start to sit, but West chuckles and swats me on the ass. “Not like that. Straddle my face, sweetheart. I want to make you feel good.”
Oh, right.
Duh.
White static fills my brain, and my limbs are clumsy as hell as I swing a leg over my boss’s chest and get into position.
My stance is wide at first, with warm air tickling me below my skirt, but West guides me forward until I’m straddling his neck.
The bench itself isn’t that broad. My black housemaid dress gathers up around my thighs, pooling over the strong column of his throat, and it occurs to me way too late that I should have taken my panties off first.
I’m screwing this up already, aren’t I?
“Do you know what I’m planning?” West runs both hands up the back of my bare legs, and my knees tremble at his touch. “Do you know what this is, darling?”
I scoff, but it comes out strangled. “Uh, yeah. I’ve seen the internet, dude.”
It’s a fair question, though, especially with how clueless I’m acting. But in my defense, this is a lot to take in. I’ve never been invited to straddle a man’s face before, let alone a wealthy, enigmatic aristocrat who happens to be my employer. Any girl would be boggled right now.
“And you want this?” West coaxes, hands trailing up to squeeze my ass. I bite my bottom lip, that ache throbbing even harder between my thighs.
Yes. I need him.
Need his hands, his mouth, his cock, whatever. I need any and all parts of this man that he’s willing to give me.
My nod is shaky. My pulse thuds in my ears.
Then the grip on my ass shifts, guiding me to step forward, and West’s moist breath seeps into the pale blue cotton of my panties.